 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ash was done caring. oh, points, oh, friendship, what about your public image, oh, safety- she didn't care. If they were going to kill her, they were going to kill her and that was the end of it. "Muggles aren't as good at killing people. Their methods aren't 100 percent effective. When muggles try to kill someone, they could still survive. When we hurt someone, they are gone." And she could care less if that made people uncomfortable. They should be uncomfortable. If they felt comfortable, they were doing something wrong. She looked straight into Schmoe's eyes. And the only thing in hers was disappointment. Not surprise. Just pain. Pain that she was alone. That there was nobody who would fight the world for her like she would for them. That she didn't belong, and that the world was so terrible. Because she could never escape her nightmares, and also because her life was worse than her nightmares. ANd the feeling that she saw it coming was the worst thing of all. It was worse and worse and worse. She'd thought having a dad who didn't care about you and a dead mom was bad. She'd thought being possessed was bad. And now this. If someone could explain to her why she should care at all about anything that happened, they could try. Try and fail. Try and get punched. |